Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
So many had come true, that I sometimes felt like I was going to burst at the seams from happiness.
I didn’t work anymore.
Didn’t have to.
When I was feeling frisky, I went to work with Webber and hung out with the kids—though that was before Miss Mable made her appearance.
Now, I would have to wait until she was old enough to withstand the heat.
“Come on, baby girl,” Webber’s deep voice said. “Come to Papa.”
Come to Papa.
Fuck, but I loved this man.
Mabel didn’t cry.
Not when she was with her daddy.
“Ready to start the show?” I asked when he arrived back in the huge Alaskan king bed.
“Ready.”
And when he lay down, our daughter on his chest, Eedie sandwiched between us cuddling Rocky, I closed my eyes and thanked my lucky stars that fate had given this man to me. Given me his daughter. Given me these two babies we shared.
Given me the life that I’d always wanted.
The beginning part of my life might’ve been awful—thank God I hadn’t heard from my dad since Webber had kicked him out of my life—but the middle part? It was the absolute best.
We didn’t have any more crazy people turning our lives upside down, but Webber hadn’t dated in years because I was his permanent date. So no more nut jobs to run him off the road and shoot at him.
Oh, and there were no more crazy police officers shooting at us, either.
Webber was much more careful about who he let prospect for the club and let into our lives.
He had to be, because we had too many precious babies added to our crew to be introducing just anyone into our lives.
“Baby, you’re thinking too hard over there. Watch the movie.”
I leaned over everyone and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Yes, Piers.”
Six years later
“I’m too young to be a grandmother!” Elizabeth’s screeched voice called through the phone.
I hated her.
I hated her so fucking much.
Yet, Eedie still had wanted to let her know that she was officially a grandmother.
Whore.
I hoped that she choked on her boba today and couldn’t find anyone to give her the Heimlich.
Eedie’s eyes went to mine, and I gave her a soft smile.
I looked down at the little boy in my hands, named after his grandfather, and said, “Piers, take the phone from your girl and handle that. She’s under enough stress.”
And she was.
Her husband wasn’t home from Iraq yet, and she’d just had her first child without him.
She missed her husband, who’d been gone for eight solid months now, had a baby a month early, and a C-section at that when her blood pressure had skyrocketed at her latest prenatal checkup—that I attended with her because her mother was too busy.
Thank God I’d been there.
I’d been in the operating room holding her hand an hour later when they performed an emergency C-section, too.
“I’ll handle her.”
I looked up and my heart fucking melted and leaped all at the same time.
Eedie’s husband, Hai, was there with his clothes still dusty and a smile on his face the size of Texas.
Eedie burst out crying, and I stood up, walking to the new dad.
“You let Piers handle it,” I said as I handed him his son. “You handle this.”
Hai took his baby boy, and the tears started to form.
I grabbed Eedie’s phone, Piers’s hand, and we headed out the door.
The moment that I was outside I started bitching, the phone going to my face as I let ’er rip.
“You do realize that your daughter, your flesh and blood, just had to have an emergency surgery because she almost died, right?” I seethed. “Your daughter, the little girl that you were supposed to support in all things, literally had a stroke. Thank God they caught it in time, and they were able to handle it in such a way that she will have no lasting side effects. Meanwhile, you’re giving her shit about being too young to be a grandmother? You should be here, bitch. You should be holding her hand. You should’ve been at that doctor’s appointment. You should’ve been here for her, but instead, I was. I got to experience holding my grandchild for the first time. I got to hold that baby while his mother struggled to wake up from anesthesia. I got to be there when she met her child for the first time. I have your man. I have your kid. And now I have your grandchild. I hope you rot in fucking hell.”
I hung up and for good measure, blocked her.
When I locked the phone, I looked up and found Piers staring at me with such love in his eyes that my heart hitched. “You know I love you, right?”
I nodded.
He pulled me into his arms and pressed his lips against my hair. “Thank you for saving my daughter today.”
“I didn’t do any saving, the doctors did.”